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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.