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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.