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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.