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 Syria 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.