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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.