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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.