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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.