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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.