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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.