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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.