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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.