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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
MDC,
ABC,
Crime,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.