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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.