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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Ituana,
June Days,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.