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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.