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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.