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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.