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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Deakin,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.