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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 the Association 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Faust,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.