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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.