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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.