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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.