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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.