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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.