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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.