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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.