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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.