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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.