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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.