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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.