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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.