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 Finland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.