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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.