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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.