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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Index,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.