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 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Busters,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.