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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.