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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Scion,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.