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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.