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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.