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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.