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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.