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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
CMW,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.