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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.