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 France and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.