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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
cv313,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.