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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.