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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.