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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.