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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.