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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.