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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.