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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.