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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.