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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.