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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
MDC,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.