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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.