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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Faust,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.