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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
June Days,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.