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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.