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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.