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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
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.