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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.