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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.