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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.