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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Pole,
MDC,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.