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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Japan,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.