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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.