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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.