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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.