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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.