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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Wings,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.