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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.