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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.