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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.