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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.