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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.