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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.