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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.