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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.