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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.