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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.