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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.