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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.