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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.