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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.