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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.