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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Echospace,
UT,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.