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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.