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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.