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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.