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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Technova,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.