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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.