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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.