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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.