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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.