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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.