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 Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Index,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.