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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
X-101,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.