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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.