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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.