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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.