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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.