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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.