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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Japan,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.