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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Television,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.