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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.