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 .
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Moebius,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Sound,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.