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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Television,
Pagans,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.