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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.