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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.