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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Index,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.