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 India and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
New Order,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.