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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Can,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.