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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.