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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Pylon,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.