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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.