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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.