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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.