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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.