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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.