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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.