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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.