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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.