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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.