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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.