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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.