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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Faust,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.