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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Television,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.