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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.