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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.