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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.