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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.