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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.