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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.