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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.