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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.