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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.