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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.