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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.