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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Slave,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.