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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.