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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.