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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.