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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.