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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.