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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Index,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.