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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.