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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.