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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.