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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.