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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.