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 Nauru 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.