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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.