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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Index,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.