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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.