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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.