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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
ABC,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.