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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.