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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.