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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.