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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.