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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.