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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.