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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.