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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Symarip,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.