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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.