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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.