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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.