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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.