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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Television,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.