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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Magma,
New Order,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.