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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Motorama,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.