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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.