Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.