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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.