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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.