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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle 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.