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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.