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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.