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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.