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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.