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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.