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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.