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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.