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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.