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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.