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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MDC to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.