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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.