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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Visage,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.