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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.