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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ituana to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.