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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Index,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.