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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.