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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Television,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.