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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.