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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.