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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.