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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.