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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.