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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.