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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.