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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
June of 44,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
UT,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.