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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Todd Rundgren 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.