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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.