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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 JFA 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.