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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Skaos,
X-101,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.