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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.