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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.