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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Smog,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.