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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.