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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.