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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.