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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.