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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.