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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.