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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.