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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.