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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.