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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Can,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.