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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.