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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.