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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.