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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugs to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.