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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Litter,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.