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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.