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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.