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 Samoa and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.