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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.