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 Chile 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.