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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Organ,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.