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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Magazine,
Monks,
Television,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.