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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.