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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Y Pants,
PIL,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.