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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.