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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.