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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.