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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.