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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.