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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.