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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.