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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.