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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.