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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.