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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
cv313,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.