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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.