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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.