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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.