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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.