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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
AZ,
EPMD,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.