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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.