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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.