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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.