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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.