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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.