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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.