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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.