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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.