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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.