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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.