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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.