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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.