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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.