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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.