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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.