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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.