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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.