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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.