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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.