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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.