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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.