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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.