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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.