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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Ossler,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.