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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.