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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.