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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.