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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.