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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.