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 China and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Quantec,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.