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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Oneida,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.