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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.