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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.