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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.