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 Honduras 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.