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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.