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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Names,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.