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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
10cc,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.