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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Unwound,
CMW,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.