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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.