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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Television,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.