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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.