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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.