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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.