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 India and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.