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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.