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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.