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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Visage,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.