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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.