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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.