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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.