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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.