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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.