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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.