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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.