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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.