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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.