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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.