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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.