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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.