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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Gong,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.