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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
PIL,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.