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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Lalann,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.