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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.