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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.