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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
The Martian,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.