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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
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.