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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.