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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.