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 Estonia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.