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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.