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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Ituana,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.