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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.