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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.