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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.