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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.