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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Wire to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.