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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.