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 Moldova 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.