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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.