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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.