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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.