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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.