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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.