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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.