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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.