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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
10cc,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.