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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.