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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.