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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.