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 Syria 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Slave,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.