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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.