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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.