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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.