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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.