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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
June of 44,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.