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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.