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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
cv313,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.