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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.