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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.