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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Mars,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.