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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 Milan and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Slits 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Visage,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.