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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.