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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Technova,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.