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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Move,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.