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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.