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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Shoche,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Nas,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.