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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.