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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.