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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.