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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.