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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.