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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Nas,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.