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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.