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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.