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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.