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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
UT,
Index,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.