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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
UT,
Ituana,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
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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.