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 Uruguay 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.