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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.