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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.