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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.