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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.