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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
New Order,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
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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.