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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.