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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.