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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.