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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.