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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Move,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
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.