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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.