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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.