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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Human League to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.