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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.