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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.