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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.