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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
AZ,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.