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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.