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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.