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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
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.