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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 JFA to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.