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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Average White Band,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.