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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.