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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
MC5,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.