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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.