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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.