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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.