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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Fear,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.