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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.