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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.