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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.