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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.