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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.