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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.