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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.