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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.