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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.