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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.