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 Kosovo 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.