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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.