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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.