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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.