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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.