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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.