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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.