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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.