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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Faust,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.