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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.