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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
AZ,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.