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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.