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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.