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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.