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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.