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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.