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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.