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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.