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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.