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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Magma,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.