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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.