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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.