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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.