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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.