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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.