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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.