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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.