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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.