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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.