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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.