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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.