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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Ronan,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.