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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.