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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.