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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.