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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.