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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.