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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.