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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.