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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.