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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.