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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.