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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.