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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.