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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Television,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.