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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.