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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.