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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.