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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.