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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Wire,
ABC,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.