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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.