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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.