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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Hashim,
June Days,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.