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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.