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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.