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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.