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 Panama and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Pole,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.