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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.