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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.