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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.