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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.