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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.