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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.