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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.