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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.