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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Slits,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.