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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.