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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.