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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.