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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.