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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 808 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.