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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.