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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Scion,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.