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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.