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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.