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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.