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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Mars,
The Gories,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
DNA,
The Index,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.