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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.