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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Wake,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.