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 United States and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.