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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
a-ha,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.