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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.