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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Names,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.