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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.