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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.