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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.