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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Smog,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.