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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.