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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.