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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.