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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.