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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Television,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.