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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.