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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
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.