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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.