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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.