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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.