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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.