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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.