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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.