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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.