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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.