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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Wire,
the Association,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.