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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Names,
The Move,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.