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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
EPMD,
CMW,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.